She spotted him across the bar, broad shoulders and a bulge that already looked obscene in his jeans. Jenna didn't waste time with small talk. She walked straight up, pressed her tits against his arm, and whispered, "Your place. Now. I want that cock."
He grinned, paid the tab, and drove them to his apartment without another word. The second the door closed he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to her knees. "Pull it out," he ordered. Jenna's fingers fumbled with his zipper. When his cock sprang free it was thick as her wrist, heavy, veined, the fat head already leaking. She stared, mouth watering. "Fuck, that's a fat cock."
"Open." He slapped the head against her lips, smearing pre-cum. Jenna stretched her mouth wide and took him in. The girth stretched her jaw instantly. She gagged when he pushed deeper, but she kept sucking, spit running down her chin onto her tits. He fucked her face in short, rough thrusts, balls slapping her chin while she choked and slurped.
"Get it nice and wet," he growled. "You're taking every inch in that pussy."
He hauled her up, bent her over the couch, and ripped her panties aside. One thick finger shoved inside her, then two. She was dripping. "Soaked already. You want this fat cock stretching you open?"
"Yes. Fuck me."
He lined up and pushed. The fat head popped past her entrance and she cried out. Inch after thick inch sank in, spreading her walls until she felt split in half. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around the massive girth. He didn't pause. He drove the rest in until his balls pressed against her ass, then started pounding. Each thrust made wet, obscene sounds as her cunt struggled to take him. Jenna clawed the cushions, moaning like a whore.
"Harder. Wreck that pussy with your fat cock."
He slammed into her, hips snapping, the slap of skin loud in the room. Every stroke bottomed out, the fat head battering her cervix. Her juices ran down her thighs. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough circles until she came, pussy spasming and squirting around his thickness.
He didn't stop. He flipped her onto her back on the floor, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper. She watched his fat cock disappear inside her, the shaft glistening with her cream, stretching her lips wide. He fucked her through another orgasm, then pulled out and shoved back into her mouth so she could taste herself.
"Get on top," he said. "Ride it."
Jenna straddled him and sank down slowly, gasping as the fat cock filled her again. She rocked her hips, grinding her clit against his pubic bone while her pussy swallowed him. He grabbed her ass and bounced her harder, making her tits bounce. She came again, thighs shaking, cunt gushing around the base of his cock.
He stood, carrying her impaled on his dick, and fucked her against the wall. Her back slammed the plaster with every thrust. "Tell me how much you love this fat cock," he demanded.
"Love it. Love your fat cock ruining my pussy. Don't stop."
He carried her to the bedroom and threw her on the bed. On all fours, she presented her ass. He spread her cheeks and drove back in, deeper than before. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her ass red while he pounded. The fat cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside her until she was babbling, coming nonstop.
Finally he pulled out, flipped her onto her back again, and straddled her chest. He stroked his fat cock over her face. "Open your mouth." Thick ropes of cum shot across her tongue, her tits, her chin. She swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her neck.
They lay there panting. Jenna's pussy throbbed, swollen and used, still stretched from the girth that had just wrecked her. She reached down and felt how puffy her lips were. "We're not done," she said, rolling over and taking his softening cock back into her mouth to get it hard again. "I want that fat cock all night."
He was already thickening on her tongue. She smiled around the head and started sucking.
